Lucien POV
I should have left.
Ethan had already reminded me twice that we were running behind schedule.
Yet...
My eyes instinctively searched the crowd.
The little girl had disappeared only moments ago, but I found myself wondering if she had made it back to her mother safely.
"Mr. Devereux?"
Ethan glanced at me curiously.
"We should go."
I nodded.
"Right."
We had barely taken a few steps when I stopped again.
"What is it, sir?"
I looked toward the toy store.
"Did you notice something about that little girl?"
Ethan thought for a moment.
"She was very intelligent."
I shook my head.
"Not that."
"She was confident."
"Not that either."
He frowned.
"What then?"
I looked into the distance, trying to put the strange feeling into words.
"Her eyes."
Ethan raised an eyebrow
